this was a pointless post made all the more pathetic by my talking to a nonexistant audience. clap my little ones for i am your one love.
i have made a new name and shall be using that
to see my new stuff go to [link]


poem about a mother...perhapsI am now your only son Mother The angels of past-tense mysteries have long since fled Aloof in the mundane and milky fog of the real The golden children of the sphere have long since fled But I alone remain,poem about a mother...perhaps
Born of flesh And subject therein to human frailty But lo sweet woman, breathe the mist and eat the dirt It is your world And here your soul resides in utmost clarity. Drink deep, the water never ends And never warms at all It soothing comforts Quench your thirst And softly does it kill


if only it grewHer hair blows bittersweet upon the wings of time And her body glistens pale red in the swollen moonlight Drifting beams guide her in evanescent reverie Driftingif only it grew
She lies bereft of truth and verticality
Arising, falls to venus and eclipses Jupiter But Aries third moon rises, victory


milken twigs and godly gamesAnd who are you to judge As the wind blows The pendulous heartbeat of a drunken man beats off tempo Counterpoised against the light of a dying sun. The thudding footsteps of forgotten times Trampling through the mind And as the door swings slowly open I am mine againmilken twigs and godly games
solitaire

DisolationA lonely tear. The parched soil. The endless stretch. Of a salty track.Disolation
A single touch. Consolidates. A hardened heart. Of brittle chards.
And cut me. As I do you. As he does her. And none do me.
I do not care. Leave dry my lips. Evaporate. And save yourself.
I want to die. But still I fear. The schrapnel. Burns.
Just leave me. Anywhere. I, still. Don't care.
Single whiskey. Single chair. Alone the cross. I bear.
magic maeve
Below the Rust
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"They must often wander the street,
Because bruises and scabs cover their feet."
~*quote from "A Better Place"*~
Good movie.
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life it goes. how slowly ticks the clock we live in. i let it slip, my mind is gone. and darkness fills the room.
lao tzu once said "first i must cut off your head, then you'll know the truth"
repent for tomorrow you die
burn in the fires of redemption
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"There is something in each of us that wants us to be Unhappy. It creates in our imaginations problems that don't yet exist- quite often causing them to come true."
~Benjamin Hoff The Te of Piglet
For you I give an old irish blessing:
May your mug never grow near half-empty.
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Comment, to get comments.
Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.
"Often is the question asked, is our children learning. Every two child did, I will" - Bushie (Gotta love 'em!)
Merci mon amour
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"There is something in each of us that wants us to be Unhappy. It creates in our imaginations problems that don't yet exist- quite often causing them to come true."
~Benjamin Hoff The Te of Piglet
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"There is something in each of us that wants us to be Unhappy. It creates in our imaginations problems that don't yet exist- quite often causing them to come true."
~Benjamin Hoff The Te of Piglet
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"I am not interested in money, I just want to be wonderful." - Marilyn Monroe
Poetry Club =versebyverse
ATC 's *ATCfanatics
Check out *ArtForTheEscape
Find my photography at =druideye!
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"I am not interested in money, I just want to be wonderful." - Marilyn Monroe
Poetry Club =versebyverse
ATC 's *ATCfanatics
Check out *ArtForTheEscape
Find my photography at =druideye!
And C D its all letters to me
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"There is something in each of us that wants us to be Unhappy. It creates in our imaginations problems that don't yet exist- quite often causing them to come true."
~Benjamin Hoff The Te of Piglet
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